Proddy

imagine ST removing striga just for striga features and mechanics to be taken and implemented into their "new and improved" vampire lore lol

Beathas wonders if Bogdana will ever stop being weirdly obsessed with her and stalking her everywhere she goes. Yawning, the Baruch scion simply conclucdes that she must live within Bogdana's head... entirely rent free.

Beathas decides to have Bogdana swiftly placed by government authorities into a mental asylum, afraid she might go on one of her schizophrenic tirades again.

"Okay." says Louis de Savoie

didn’t read it but nice one

As he makes his preparations for army enlistment, William Trissingham comes across the missive. Sighing with shock and disbelief. "How could the vicar of God betray us?"

That bejewelled, bedazzled Prince Louis of Drusco prepares his finer armaments of war - swords and arbalests all provided to him handily by his higher status and world in this bedevilling game of life. Turning to the mirror, the Duke gazes upon his own crooked reflection, adorned in ebony Ashford armour where the golden sun of Savoy glistens at his chest. "Humanity falls to peril and the world turns to chaos. Such rampant and disgusting sin, death and flames will scourge the earth just as it has so many times before. I will bask in glory and triumph through every moment of it. Long live Philip III. Awaken Mihyaar." Claiming his winged helm, he pushes it beneath his arm and paces out from his chambers. A new mission had begun.

As far south as south can go, in the lands of eternal sand and blistering sun, a lone figure trudges through the Oasis. Whistling an ominous tune as he presses forth, he juggles a skull up and down in his left hand. His feet guide him ever forth 'till at last, he reaches a cliffside. Craning his neck, he peers down... down and down... he stares to the abyss, and the abyss stares back. Word of Vladislav's death had made him wistful, mournful even. What was a Mad Dog without his Beast of Buron? And to perish in such auspicious, unfortunate circumstance... he was destined for so much more. The Lord Drusco tosses that skull up one last time, letting it land upright in his palm. "Much obliged, my good friend. I thank you for teaching me how to be free."

Damn bro...

Rest easy, Gargerad.

R

"Ah. Very nice." mutters Athilius Visaj as he glances over the missive, giving his sister a hypothetical thumbs up of support.

"Let the die be cast." murmurs a particular Visaj by the name of Athilius, ruminating over the missive over a glass of red wine. Arising from his seat, he quickly returns to work at his makeshift forge. It was a sword he avowed in promise to Adreniel, and a sword he shall have...

Athilius Visaj prepares his sleekest toga in anticipation for the occasion.

“Rochefort.” remarks a certain occasional scholar by the name of Friedrich van Haeger as he glosses through the tabloid, tossing it to the table afterward with a sigh. “Not Rochford. How is it that women with not a shred of literary competency keep endeavouring to become tabloid writers?”

no real questions as such, just came to say that this looks very based. good job 6ex @6xdestroyer

Look after yourself bro. Never hesitate to pop me a message if you wanna chat

@Lionbileti "My lord..." remarks a young footman of Luciensburg of the name of Hans Koomer as he watches Olivier de Savoie cut down a Norlandic youngling with a greatsword. "You killed a child..." he murmurs in shock, jaw unhinged akin to that of a vipers and eyes widened in a mad frenzy of shock. After a few moments, his look of shock fades as he gives a strong thumbs up and an approving nod. "Amazing! Mission complete! That's why you're the best, milord."

Walter de Lolcow sharpens his blade, ready to fight for the glorious supreme leader Simplicus.